Log:Greenies Meeting: December 2017
| Greenies Meeting: December 2017 | |
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"We do have the clinic." | |
| Participants | 2017.12.04 The Greenies have their December meeting. |
| Location
The Greengarden | |
| The Greenies meeting was being held at the real world Greenies hangout, Greengardens. Cassian probably knew this place. As did Czcibor and others. Isolde is there with Roderick who is going over stock notes and she's nodding along as he does. There is a small table setup that has coffee and tea as well as donuts and other little pastries set up with plates and napkins. Isolde is dressed in jeans, boots and a cream colored sweater tonight with her hair down. Nathania walks into Greengardens, wearing a dark green sweater, jeans and knee-high boots. She nods to Isolde, her hair pulled into a ponytail as per usual. She smiles. "It's good.... to see you," she says as she settles in. Billy Ray drags in his ever present cooler; putting down a big carafe of ice cold fresh egg nog - brandy next to it, glasses, and of course fresh pumpkin pie with whipped cream, plates and forks. That done he makes himself a glass witih fifty percent bourbon, fifty percent egg nog and settles into a seat - tshirt (Daryl Jr, 2015 NASCAR Indy 500) and jeans and hiking boots. Cigarette over one ear. Of course Cassian knew the place! He was in the midst of switching over a lot of the talent to barely paid interns and people that needed a job. It was as good a cover as one could expect for newly arrived 'Lings, after all. The meeting being there allowed him some extra time tending to some of the private stock in the back room--A current project that involved raising Atropa Belladonna. For a lecture he liked to call, 'Fun with Plants that can Murder you'. And that's where he spent all his time, leading up to the meeting, without realizing Isolde was even there. Because he was very focused. He was also dressed down for the evening, with patterns of whites and loose fitting clothing that didn't actually hide his features much at all. A stark contrast to nearly every other night. Vorpal slips into the Greengardens with not only his Mask up, but with every drop of his obnoxiously sublime presence crammed into the confines of poor, mortally Johnny Drexel. He doffs his hood once he's inside, blinking to accomodate himself to those present, most of whom he knows. He snaps a lazy wave at those present, his free hand lifting to press at his temple as he finds something to put his back against. His other hand? Occupied with a burlap sack, full of some bulky things. Isolde gives a smile to Nathania, "It's good to see you as well." she tells her. Then there's a look around and there's a nod to the others that trail in, "Come on in and get something to snack on and have a seat. We've got some group business to discuss and some Freehold business to discuss." she tells them as she straightens up. Nathania nods to those arriving before pulling out her knitting, a dark blue sock yarn that's being turned into a lacy shawl. Her eyes drift over everyone, nodding. She recognizes everyone here, after all. Kowal comes in with a calico kitten on one shoulder and a latte in one hand, actually walking for once, wearing a leather jacket over a Star Trek t-shirt and jeans. His gait's only a little uneven today, and as he moves to sit down, he puts the latte between his knees and the kitten in both hands. Vorpal shifts to drop onto the ground near Nathania, waving towards Czcibor as he arrives, reaching into the sack he's carrying and pulling out a wrapped bundle of clover, each leaf faintly cattish in nature. He starts to nosh on that, giving Isolde time to take the floor and start whatever conversation needs had, studying the only fella he doesn't know- Billy Ray!- quizzically. "Bubba, y'alright?" asks B-Ray after a long draw from his 50/50 bourbon flash and eggnog - pointing his cup at Czcibot. "Y'walkin' like my uncle af'er Georgia done los' a bowl game. Ah'm a medic, y'alright or y'all need some kinda attention? Got my go bag in mah truck, bubba." A nod, polite, to Vorpal, a smile. "Evenin', bubba. Billy Ray." Taking up a place in the periphery, Cassian didn't intrude upon them much, though, he was well-positioned to pay attention to what Isolde may have to say. The others are given gentle glances, as he mentally took stock of who was, and wasn't, amongst their number for the evening. "Thank you for coming out tonight." Isolde tells everyone with a smile. "A few pieces of Greenie business. For those that didn't hear it, Czcibor is our new Master Healer. I have faith in him that he can do the job." she states. "Second bit of business. The Ruined Garden. I've been in doing repairs around the garden the last few weeks and others have as well. So I'm hoping over the next month we'll have it fully back to its former glory." she states. Then there's a look up and around, "Cassian, did you have anything to add about the Garden?" she asks him. Vorpal waves lazily to Billy. "Hey there, Billy. I've got a big, long, pretentious introduction I can go into, but my head hurts right now on account of being crammed into Johnny instead of being me. Got about another three minutes before that wears off. I'm Vorpal, though. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Then, as Isolde speaks, he falls quiet, lest he interrupt. Nathania looks Kowal over curiously. She hasn't met this person yet, but she gives a warm smile in greeting. "Nice... to meet you," the quiet Winter Blackbird Bishop says. "I'm.... Nathania Winters. Pleasure." A nods, and then she smiles again as she glances to Vorpal, a gentle hand moving to his shoulder as he speaks about his head hurting. She touches his shoulder briefly before returning to her knitting. "Nothing in regards to the Freehold gardens, specifically. We've received a lot of donations that have been put to good use cultivating strong crops. Our breeding program hasn't seen much traction yet, but, I'm eager to see what we can't come up with over the winter season. By Spring I'm hoping to see a new crop tailored to our needs here in the Region," he offers, enthusiastically. "As for the Greengarden, we're almost to a place where our steady staff can manage turning out and training new employees. With any luck, we'll be able to offer a cover for other new arrivals adjusting to their new lives. For those that chose to ... remain on this side of things," he offers. Giving Vorpal a quick, wry little mock-salute -- careful not to jostle the kitten, who's already falling asleep in the warm room -- Kowal settles down a little further, propping his left foot up on the chair in front of him. He blinks at Billy Ray, and it takes him a moment to sort out what the man's saying-- and then he gives him a crooked grin. "I'm all right. Prosthetic is annoying. Usually don't walk far, but Tasha here wanted out of the house for once," he says, indicating the kitten. His own accent's Polish, mainly, though he learned English from a Briton in Austria, so it sounds like omgwhat. He gives Nathania a quick, rakish grin. "You too. Captain Czcibor Kowal der Landeswehr, in service to the freehold." Then he shuts up because Isolde is speaking, and he edges down a little in his seat because undoubtedly there's going to be more looking at him and he has a kitten to think about, here. "Oh. Got something, for after the official announcements. For those of us like to forage," Vorpal interjects carefully, between official statements. Otherwise, he seems content to listen, and tip a nod Kowal's way over his appointment. He looks up towards Nat as she makes contact, thanking her for the support with a bob of his head. Isolde gives a nod to Cassian when he doesn't have anything to add about the Gardens and there's a nod to Czcibor when he gets introduced to those that don't know him. "Now for some business that is not related to us, but should be on our radar." she states. "Last night, Cassian and I went along on a mission to help recover members of the Freehold and non-members that had been kidnapped and that were going to be sold back into Arcadia. Some of them were injured. I'm guessing we are going to see more of this. Please be prepared if it does happen." she states as she looks to everyone. Nathania looks up at the word 'kidnapped'. Her face is serious, button eyes narrowing. "I'll keep... my proverbial... ear to the ground," she promises softly, before returning to her knitting. "Keep in mind too we got that small clinic - the Doc an' others, includin' me," he nods to Isolde, "C'n provide first aid and initial first responder care t'folks. y'see folks hurt in th' Hedge, give us a ring. We'll fix folks up good'n proper," says the redneck as he drinks his fifty fifty - bourbon and egg nog. Billy Ray hides a burp. "Isolde has my number; it's posted in the Wayhouse, but I'll give it here to anyone that still needs it. I can get anywhere pretty fast, generally, but I'll try to start keeping more or less regular office hours." Czcibor looks up at Isolde. "Should I, uh, keep those hours there? At the clinic?" Vorpal nods in what seems to be satisfaction, and leans back, relaxing a bit more. "You know, she's got this covered. I retract my previous comment, Isolde's covered my show and tell already." " "As cliche as it may sound, Winter is plenty dangerous to our kin. The Freehold should be ready, and we should be ready to support them. We needn't shutter our doors and hibernate, but, food and pride both wither in the cold. That makes it a dangerous season for us and our Militia," Cassian offers. "It will yield oppurtunistic attacks like this one," he adds, then, solemnly. Isolde gives a nod to Nathania, "Thank you. I don't want more people taken." she states. Then there's a look to Billy Ray and a smile, "We do have a clinic and things, yes." she nods. Then to Czcibor, "You don't have to keep all of your hours there, no. You can choose where to be." she states. Then there's a look to Vorpal, "Did you have more to add on the kidnapping situation? As I've not had a chance to give the privateer over to Captain Henner yet." she admits. Then there's a look to Cassian, "I just want to make sure we are prepared in case of things." she nods to that. "Ah should make sure ah got yer numbers, bubba," said B-Ray to Czibor, "Since y'got ten times more healern'n me. Jes' EMT-P, here." A nod to Vorpal, "Y'speak truth bombs, bubba. GOtta be ready." "I should probably... take your number as well, Captain... Kowal. I don't... heal the body, only... the mind," the ragdolly, Nathania, says quietly, dropping her knitting into her lap for a moment. "But," she says after a brief silence, "Winter is... dangerous to everyone. Or, well, can be. We all must... prepare, no matter... who takes... the crown." Vorpal shakes his head at Isolde's question. "Nothing to add but a recommendation to seek out someone you trust to bleed for you if you need to go foraging. Both our masters, Gardens and Healing alike, are excellent choices. I'm perfectly happy to help, myself, as well. Always pleased to hunt those fool enough to treat us like prey. That's all I was going to say." He flashes a grin Billy's way, and nods towards Nat at her statement. Cassian considers something quickly, and reminds himself to track down that Hob to see if he left town, now. "In any case, as long as we're ready, they'll be ready. And just in case anyone was thinking it, I would avoid getting on the Grandmaster's bad side," Cassian offers with a smirk, "Just a warning." "The mind is a lot harder to heal, Miss Winters," Czcibor tells Nathania gently. "It's just as easily broken as the body, and there's no quick contract that can fix it with no ill effects. Don't devalue your contributions." He carefully puts his sleeping kitten in his inside jacket pocket and fishes briefly in his other pockets for a pen and his notepad. Then he scribbles his number a few times before passing the notebook around. "Just tear one off," he says, "or take a picture of it or whatever." He gives Vorpal a half-smile, then adds to Billy, "Same for you. All I ever took was first aid. What you can do works without glamour, and that's invaluable." He takes his latte out from between his knees as he pockets his pen, ever careful of kittenpocket in front, and says firmly, "Also, Vorpal and I are also Harvestmen, so that should help some with coordination." Billy Ray tears off a copy, writes down his number and hands it to the two other men, before handing the pad onto Nathania, "We're a team, bubba. Ah can he'p keep alive long 'nuff for ya and the Doc to come do some definitive care. Also, ah invent stuff, if it shoots or stabs ah can make it bigger, badder and better, y'bet yer bottom dolla on that, bubba." to Nathania he adds, "Y'rock. None of us can do that brain stuff. An'like the fella said, that's more importan' in many ways. Brain we can't fix." Isolde gives a look to Cassian and there's a smirk, "I'm a kitten. Really." she tells him. Then there's a look to the others. "I'm going to schedule some time to go in and do some work on the garden and things of that nature if others would like to help out as well." she offers. Nathania nods at Czcibor, blushing faintly. She takes a copy of the number, inputs it in her phone, and carefully pulls a card from her back pocket. She hands it over. It reads: Nathania Winters, Fashion Designer, along with address and telephone number. Billy Ray's words make her blush harder, but she nods. "I'd like to," she says to Isolde, perhaps quicker than her usual odd phrasing. Two little red upside-down triangles standing out in stark relief on her otherwise pale, flat face. Vorpal glances Cassian's way, then at Isolde. "Uh. For the record, I left Isolde out just, y'know. Cuz I didn't know she could.... be such a wonderfully friendly kitten. That's news to me, and pleasant, at that." He nods firmly, pleased he's created that up for himself. | |
